His feet, his ankles, they do not know the churning of the sea. They do not move with the tide as the land sinks away from his footing each time the water retracts. It is his young pride and determination which keeps him at pace with the siren woman.

She yips in surprise as his teeth just barely snag the black fur at her tail tip and causes her to jolt. Laughter escapes her as a large wave of water washes over them and she reels around, barking out and nipping at his nape and chest playfully. Her body never staying in one place for long as she dashes around, made to press her now wet body against him and than out of range once more.